EdgeofGloria

Installment three of several!  And one of the most stimulating things is chemistry. When you’re talking and you get the sense he’s devouring you visually, and hanging on to your every word, it’s exciting and nerve-wracking and flattering and mind-blowing all at the same time. Those are rare moments, let me tell you, but when they happen…. Gloria: Totally hot! Gloria : Absofuckinglutely!** Gloria: What about money? Gloria : Having money is nice and all, but if you can do the best with what you have, that’s fine. Be creative. Sometimes, it’s just something really simple. A nice massage, that doesn’t cost anything and shows that you give a shit about the woman. Sure, it would be nice to be whisked away to Toronto for a long weekend, but it doesn’t have to be like that. Massages are always nice. A movie marathon is good. Bake cookies. Cook dinner. Have an urban scavenger hunt. You can even play board games, video games, or sports, as long as you can keep yo...

I had a pretty good day today. I tried out my thrift shop skis up at Bittersweet . I had to be careful, because I had no idea if the bindings were set for my weight. And the technician was gone. But the skis worked just fine. They are REALLY old school--they don't look anything like the skis in the ski shop up there. The edges are straight, which means turning is a bit more difficult. But they WORKED. For $32.10 (boots, skis, poles and bindings) I couldn't pass them up. Hopefully they will hang together long enough until I can shell out for newer skis. On the slopes, I caught myself smiling. It's rare that I smile. I am not sure why that is. Even when I'm having a good day, I look like I'm having a bad one. But I was smiling because at that moment, I was happy. I was zipping downhill, and even if I didn't look so graceful, I felt happy because I was probably getting a good workout --better than my usual ones here at home or at the gym. Sometimes I think I'...

I went skiing last Thursday at Bittersweet, in Otsego, Michigan. I had an absolutely great time skiing. I skied the best I've ever skied. The weather was perfect, and I stayed long enough to enjoy some night skiing. Then, I stopped at the gas station on the way back. After putting gas in, I turned the key and heard a POP! I saw the hood pop up a bit. Worried that the car was majorly fucked up, I had to find a place to stay, and make some calls in the morning. Long story short, a friend drove me home, I worked, and I got the call that the car was going to be okay. Another friend brought me back to Otsego, and I picked up the car today. Since I'd planned on stopping off at Firekeepers the other night after skiing and couldn't, I stopped off tonight. I lost four dollars and that was that. The way back was okay too. But boy, I really love skiing.